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She's Fully Marked By Nico

Author: Nyxenite
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-09-21 08:00:33

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE

MORETTI'S ESTATE

I woke first. Afternoon light cut through the curtains, softer than dawn, and the weight of Nico’s arm still banded tight around my waist, his leg hooked over mine like he’d caged me even in sleep.

I shifted, trying to slide free. His grip only tightened.

“Nico,” I murmured, elbowing his ribs.

He groaned, buried his face against my shoulder like a child refusing to wake. “No. Still mine.”

I rolled my eyes, twisting enough to see his hair a wild mess against the pillow. “Get up. You’ve taken enough liberties for one night.”

At that, his lashes lifted, dark eyes catching the light with lazy amusement. His voice rasped, sleep-rough. “One night wasn’t enough.” His gaze slid down my body, lingering where the sheets barely covered me. “Clearly.”

I followed his stare, and cursed under my breath. My skin was a battlefield of his making. Dark bruises bloomed across my collarbone,
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